milliways_bar | Oct. 21st, 2007

Oct. 21st, 2007

[OOM: The battle between Pearl and Dutchman reaches a conclusion no one planned on.

Afterwards, one man has to face the consequences.]

(Spoilers for Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End.)

try_corsets

[OOM: One day...

...and the long night that follows.]

(Seven threads behind the first link. Spoilers for Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End.)

dingdongdoodily.livejournal.com

It's late at night and the rock star can't sleep, so he's taken to writing.
Again.

Pickles has a pen and his notepad, and a considerably smaller bottle fortress than usual, smoking considerably less than usual.

He's waiting for someone.
A hippie, perhaps.
One that likes to wonder where his boyfriend wandered off to, in the middle of the night.

(plotlocked? Mebbe ^^)

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

OOM: When Quinn Abercromby came into the Bar today, he had a problem: the Americans who had come to his castle were back, and there were dragons on their tail. Fortunately, Quinn met someone who could lend a hand.

And in a handful of terrible, glorious moments, everything in Quinn's world changed forever.

captainryan.livejournal.com

Ryan's reading near the fireplace. Every now and then he glances up to check his surroundings under the pretence of sipping at his tea.

Bet you can't sneak up on him.

kurosakiboy.livejournal.com

There are some stupid things one can do while at a bar. Drinking leads to many of them (stripping, fights, sex with unsavory types, stripping fights and so on) but in this case, no alcohol was involved. Just a lot of emotional and physical activity. Bad enough his mind is all caught up with stupid girls, but training is only getting more and more intense. So Ichigo has gone and accidentally done something stupid.

He has fallen asleep. At the bar. On a stool. Half-slumped over the bar, side of his head on the counter, mouth open.

Not his smartest act yet.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

[OOM: In an attempt to distract Will, Atton takes him for a trip to his galaxy. Bar brawls, green drinks, strippers and a lot of blushing ensue. Millitimed to yesterday.]

precocioustilda.livejournal.com

[Short OOM: University and waffles.]

Matilda Wormwood comes trotting in the door, distracted by the small bag of flour she's carrying.

Blink. Blink.

"Milliways!" she announces delightedly. "I haven't seen this place in an age."

The flour disappears into the amorphous grey bag she's carrying over one shoulder, and Tilda gravitates towards the Bar with a happy bounce in her step.

"Hot chocolate, please? It's good to be back."

turned_captain

[OOM: Passengers and crew]

(Spoilers for Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End)

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

Momiji's at a booth in the bar at the moment, kicking his bunny slipper-clad feet as he stacks up a tower of Jenga blocks. The rest of him is nestled back in his schoolgirl outfit, again, and, despite his still-Bound state, he's happily whistling as he sets the little things in a three-by-three tower. At least he'd happened across Kyo, so he knew that the universe hadn't eaten his family, back home. That was good.

And, more to the point, he had a board game out again! Well, kinda. A block game, really.

Still, the sign sitting out on the front of the table, glinting with glitter and brightly colored marker, is the same that's sat there for his previous board game engagements, reading, "Wanna play? =D"

try_corsets

[OOM: The nature of command.

On the way to Port Royal, Elizabeth is challenged and then presented with an irresistible opportunity, though Tai Huang continues to find her a bit weird.]

no-sin-but.livejournal.com

It is a terrible thing to be a friend of a writer. Not only friend, but an acquaintance, or even in the same room. Because if there is dead-end, a character who doesn't ring right, something missing, then, well.

Everyone is fair game. A word, a conversation (even with someone else), a glance or the way you walk - it'll be used. Taken and connected to something else, and then that'll lead to this and that and maybe another five minutes writing, maybe another two hours.

Of course, if the bar and its patrons at large fail at inspiration, there is always the Window.

But, for now, Marlowe is merely at a table with some ale, pages scattered around and fingers ink-stained, watching.

mendanddefend_archive

The door opens and a man and a woman enter. They look like a typical couple returning from a vacation: brightly colored clothing, laden down with luggage and shopping bags, expressions of giddy exhaustion on their faces.

Some people in Milliways might recognize them.

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

Clive was downstairs again, sans sketchbook this time, but with a notepad, as well as an array of small dishes of candy and a glass of iced coffee.

He was, apparently, taking notes. And doodling.

Feel free to ask what he's doing, he'll be more than happy to share. The marshmallow-candycorns were the best so far.

priestoftravel.livejournal.com

Nicholas Wolfwood was around. Promise.

He'd been busy, trying to find faith in the flowers, the plants that he tended to for a good young lady friend of his. And he continued to pray, though he was feeling isolated. Cut off.

He didn't feel it any longer.

So he's back to reading, this time it's Tamburlaine part Two. The antiquated English was slightly hard for him to muddle through, but he picked up on it easily enough halfway through the first part of the play, and was reading quite a bit faster this time around.

Whilst. What an interesting word. He was going to integrate that into his vernacular now.

So, one faithless dead ex-priest, at a table, readin' a book.
Botherable!

puckishly.livejournal.com

... Here's a sight you don't see every day.

That sight, namely, is Puck, briefly lacking children but possessed of a block of dark chocolate, which he is nibbling at appreciatively. It's got red pepper in it, which is a surprisingly delicious twist.

Do pardon him for occupying so much of the couch. Eating this chocolate is proving to be a trying and absorbing task.

smart-house.livejournal.com

[Back in Eureka: SARAH picks up Resident Number 2. (From 1.02 - 'Many Happy Returns')]

That steel door, not having appeared in Milliways for a particular span of days, gets thrown open wide in as dramatic a fashion as SARAH can manage to announce her presence.

She's doing research, so she might be here awhile.

thisfatefulhour

[Upstairs, yesterday: Charles spends his first night in Milliways.

It's not very restful.]

gramarye1971

[OOM: As evening falls, the acting governor of Port Royal and the daughter of the late governor of Port Royal settle a few outstanding financial and legal matters.

It's just good business, after all.]

(As ever, spoilers for Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End.)

garbage-boy.livejournal.com

Watching the Big Bang in reverse is pretty interesting if you don't think too hard about it being that.

Especially since every time things seem to implode in a different order than the last time they all imploded. Like fireworks, but without the sound or the accompanying new year.

Linguini is watching this and also being botherable and not paying attention to his surroundings. Whatever vantage point Milliways is looking from is a good one for seeing cosmic explosions.

dust-to-order.livejournal.com

Sunset's casting its colors across the horizon. The evening prayer's spoken, quietly, from where she kneels on a smooth patch of sand by the lakeshore.
She never lets herself forget, unless she's unable to attend to it. There have been a few days when it just wasn't possible.

A basket holding a sleepy pup stands a few inches away. They'd been playing outside earlier, before the daylight faded.
Sooraya finishes, and gets to her feet. She sings softly, a snatch of a song in her native language, gaze still on the water lapping at the shore.
Najla stirs as the basket's lifted, for the trip back indoors. Catch them at any point, in or out.

notthatpotter

James has been in the bar, unnoticed for several hours now. He has several large loose-leaf sheets of parchment in front of him, a jar of black ink, and a quill as well.

He's been planning something big and exciting and wonderful for his big brother, Will.

Now is the time to find recruits to help him make his plans a reality and accept suggestions as well. This party, because it will be quite the party, has to be the best thing ever. Slowly, he moves all his material to a more open space in the bar, and puts up a sign (because he's seen others put signs up before and they seem to work).

It reads:

IF YOU ARE A FRIEND OF WILL SCARLETT, PLEASE COME TALK TO ME! :)

[ooc: Hello slowtime, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again...]

explorertruman.livejournal.com

Truman liked being a dog, but he was pretty glad to be back to normal. Luckily he was near the Bar so he was able to get changed before he broke the nudity rule. He's been around, but likely been out back mostly, walking around the forest and lake. Likely also Hitchhiking at times, too.
But he's in the bar, heading over to his favorite seat by the Observation Window to watch the display. Been almost two years, and it still doesn't get old for him, nope.

spins-magic.livejournal.com

Lark has assigned Sandry a book on silk production to read, which she'd obtained from one of Winding Circle's many libraries. It's an ancient and fascinating art (although Sandry had made a bit of a face at the part that described the silkworms being boiled in their cocoons so that the silk can be unraveled).

She's finished two chapters, and the book is lying open on the tabletop. Sandry, chin in hand and a small delighted smile on her lips, is taking a moment to commune with the object of her studies--the small bobbin of green silk thread that she's been carrying around in her pocket.

Lark had said that silk is a fairly standoffish material, and likes very few people. But it likes Sandry very much, if the way it's winding up from its bobbin and twining around her fingers is any indication.

lovesoldthings.livejournal.com

[OOM: A prelude to the doom that awaits in Wester Drumlins]

Sally Sparrow walks in through the door, dressed in a scarf and jacket. Leaves blow in with her, whirling around the floor. "No, Kathy, I need to--"

The signal cut out on her and she looked vaguely outraged before she looks up. And then gapes a bit.

This...isn't the street she was just walking on...or the doorstep to her apartment.

Huh.

[slowtime nao. mun sleeeepy]

badinlatin

It's a simple one, the special this evening.

Whisky. Yes, there's a difference between -EY and -Y.

Come find out what it is.

[ooc: ~~Immediate slowtime at eleven pm EST.~~ Slow brane night, therefore early close. Sorry.]

madolyn-madden.livejournal.com

Today Madolyn has brought something with her into the bar. It is taking up all of her arm space and is dangling cords everywhere.

What is it?

A karaoke machine.

Come ask what it is, help set it up, sing, or just chat.

creststrider.livejournal.com

The door, for a few moments, grew.

It phased, in a way - became a thin curtain of strung bone beads, that was pushed aside by a heavy three-fingered hand.

Sagorne stepped through, looking over his shoulder at the dark and raucous peace of an Orgrimmar night. Only after he realised the ground under his hooves was not the stone and dirt that it should've been did he look forward. His eyes narrowed. This was not his hut. Neither was this anywhere that should have been in Orgrimmar.

This was a human settlement. He wouldn't question how suddenly he had arrived - the Earth Mother did as she would, and if she willed him here, then here he would be, but the peace between the Horde and the Alliance was tenuous. He raised both of his hands high and called forth the lightning to be his shield. The balance here was weighted in the humans' favour - there was only one of him, and he didn't have his weapons or his armour.

But if this was to be his time, he would go down fighting as any warrior would. "Strength and honour," the eleven-foot-tall Tauren murmured, waiting for the first attack to come.

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

[OOM: James Bond is confronted with a prospect he never thought he would face: a mortgage.]

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi is out back, knitting, while Deitmar and Joy are playing with the remote controlled car.

Okay, the participants probably don't agree about playing. This is srs bizniz, just ask them. Suzi, however, can't help but grin at the way the whole thing works out. She's started stepping up her soft toys for kids in the hospital program.

It's good. It's all good.

bannion_sight

[OOM: Two sisters talk, only to find that what Wolfe says is true: you can't go home again.]

She'd spent the long train ride back to Toronto deliberately trying not to think, without much success. After it had gotten in, she'd called Dave from a pay phone at Union Station, but had only gotten his machine. She'd left a message in case he was screening his calls -- but he hadn't picked up, and she couldn't actually say now what message she'd left.

It takes her all of five minutes in her quiet, empty flat to realize that she doesn't want to be there. Kim grabs her down jacket from a peg by the door and heads out. It's a short walk to the cafe that leads to Milliways, for her.

Once the door closes behind her, she stops just long enough to pull up the hood of her coat, covering her distinctive white hair, and then heads through the bar toward the far door and the lake beyond.

It isn't Ysanne's lake, but for tonight it'll have to do.

slightofmind.livejournal.com

[Before Milliways - Hope, and Success! - Jason finds a home, for the first time in his life, and some small joy, and Mastermind is born.]

The young man stumbled as he stepped through the door. He had been expecting the drop from the bottom step of the circus wagon, and the normal step threw him off balance. His clothing was colorful, and cheep, but warm, a jacket over a shirt that would be fancy if it was not so simple, and pants that fit snug. His shoes were hand made, and clunked as he stepped, and as he stared.

He glanced around as he regained his balance, frowning slightly. This... was not right. Surely he hadn't drunk that much! He had only indulged for a half hour with the others, before deciding to go back to his room for the night, and think up new illusions! And yet, if not drunk delirium, what was this? He felt no probing of his mind, no telepathic attack. This was most. well, this was almost frightening! Not that he would have admitted as much.

He stared around, confused, at the bright lights and people, and slowly let the door close behind him, not noticing it vanish even as it clicked closed. He was a little too busy staring.

Welcome to Milliways, Jason Wyngarde.

guppy_sandhu

The doctor is in

bev-marsh.livejournal.com

High school can really cut into your hanging-out-in-bars-at-the-end-of-the-universe time.

But tonight was light, homework-wise, so Bev's curled up on one of the couches with a lit cigarette in one hand.

Any telling her she's too young to smoke will be met with eye-rolling.

cutting_edgex23

X-23, who has forgotten about wearing a name badge that says X-23, has obtained some food from bar (wedding soup, for those interested, and a glass of milk) and settled herself in a corner booth.

It has a fairly good view of most of the bar, and is far away enough from the fireplace that her nose is not quite overwhelmed with the scent of burning wood.

She does not like being unable to smell people that approach her.

It is strange.

queenofmay

[OOC: You know when your life sucks.

Sometimes to remind you just how much your life sucks, they throw in a festival.

But instead of getting a nifty, neat ~~episodic~~ conclusion, Marian found The Door. Which meant returning to work in the House of Arch for Little Lady Ingress. Which ended of course, naturally and normally. But almost produced a tantrum to the best of Marian's repressed ability.

Which led to an intensely strange--with the ability to be both terribly amazing and terrifyingly bad--conversation. ]

If you're following, this means Marian has not been having the best sort of day.

But security shifts occur, regardless of the happy or not happy of the security officer presently charged for duty. At one of the tables in the middle of the Bar there is a well-dressed, medieval, maid sitting at a table, with her shiny badge, who seems out of sorts.

It might be hard to tell which is the better distraction of the night: her engagement ring or her tea cup.

kitchen_maid

Amy comes in, helping Susan along with one hand, and carrying Merry in a bassinette in the other. Susan is babbling very decidedly about something (Perry, Amy thinks, but she only knows how to translate one out of every four words). Merry is fast asleep.

It's a good night to be visiting.

mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com

Ryan groans out as he walks in to the door. His back hurt, his legs hurt, most all of his muscles hurt. Who knew moving was so hard. Only he wasn’t the one that moved. His uncle had to move, across the street.

So he settles in a booth leaning back then orders a beer from a waitrat.

young_womble

Wellington enters amid a sound of very very loud music, with both paws over his ears, and dives under a table.

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

Time in Milliways is weird.

It is perhaps because of this that the Momiji poking his head into the bar door, tonight, is significantly younger than the one that's up in his room in the Bar, at the moment. This one looks perhaps early elementary school age, though, apparently, the rabbit-boy's tendency to act younger than he ought to cuts across age limits, as he has one thumb jammed firmly in his mouth and a bunny doll dangling in the crook of one arm.

He looks utterly confused. He knew the Sohma house was big, but no one had ever mentioned this part of it to him! None of these people looked like family members, anyway. Weird.

an_evening_star

It's unusual, really, to see the star much of anywhere on her own.

But she's there all the same - curled up in one of the armchairs near the fire with her legs over the armrest and a long white jacket slung over her lap. There's a neat slice on the side of one coatsleeve and a larger hole in the shoulder - and the fine, white string she's attempting to wrangle has stubbornly wound its way down her arm and doesn't seem particularly inclined to cooperate with any amount of frustrated glaring.

She's terrible at this. (Which, truthfully, is most of the motivation for not attempting it upstairs - where certain people could wake up and see.)

She's terrible at it, but that doesn't seem to make her particularly inclined to give up. She continues on, frowning stubbornly, curses soft and mumbled against bleeding fingers and messily tended material.

Interruption would be a blessing. Unless you happen to be a very angry sewing needle offended by the sort of language your tiny, prickly child might be picking up, mind you.

gramarye1971

It's been a very long couple of days, and at the moment Merriman would like nothing more than some peace and quiet for a few hours. But there are still a few more loose ends that need to be tied up -- some more immediately pressing than others -- and so he enters the bar tonight with a note.

( Note to Archie Kennedy )

Once the note is delivered to the bar, he collects a glass of water and a glass of brandy and takes both over to an out-of-the-way table.

The brandy is self-explanatory. The water is for the packet of powdered aspirin he intends to mix with it as soon as he sits down.

bartletstrust.livejournal.com

Jed's in the bar tonight.

He's in a corner booth, trying to stay out of sight for the moment. There's a pot of hot water, two cups, and a box of looseleaf tea, which have most of his attention.
But not all!